Chapter 220

"Are you sure you're okay?" oakey asks me a worried gaze in her eyes. I nod my head a little bit too enthusiastically for her liking. I'm guessing that she cannot just understand why I am having this chat with Aron or I am letting him anywhere near me. I'm also guessing she's not one to talk when she promptly agreed to being held in someone's house under the terms and conditions that she's given the freedom to move around and something to eat.

Aron is sipping a smoothie, the same smoothie that has been seeping for the past thirty minutes now and I actually giggle at this.

It was one of our kinks when we were still together, it was one of the things that i used to mock him about, the way he always ate his food slowly like he was afraid he would finish it fast enough and then he wouldn't have anything else to eat.

The way he's sipping this smoothie also reminds me of that. I guess it is even weird to me, the way in which we are slowly vibing, it will be similarly weird to anybody that I am really suddenly comfortable here, that I'm on relatable terms with a guy that practically dumped me in the most horrible way, but yet I'm guessing that it isn't really the worst horrible way is it.

A lot of other things could have happened, a lot of other horrible things. I have heard of how some girls get raped before they get dumped but Aron did not let me suffer that indignity, he had simply dropped me fair and square, and so I'm guessing that i should not be angry at this.

He had told me he had to do with it, and especially when he'd told me the truth surrounding his circumstances.

"Won't you eat your food?" I asked Oakley ignoring her former question. She still looks at me with something of an awed expression in her eyes, an awed fascinatination in her expression that makes me feel a chill creeping up my back.

Aron simply ignores her and goes on sipping his smoothie, making large slurping sounds with it, slurping sounds that make me laugh unconsciously at his action and which elicits a smile, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips for me.

Oakley looks disgusted at the both of us and that cloudy stormy look on her face is enough to make me erupt into even more laughter. I don't want to laugh because the spaghetti and meatballs that I am currently stuffing my face with, its decidedly a little bit spicy, spicier than normal if I would say and I'm guessing that is why she bought the smoothies, or she could have just bought the smoothies for simply buying it. I'm guessing I can't really say anybody would be insightful enough to get themselves something to cool their tongue down when the lunch lady has practically added a whole butt load of peppers and spice to whatever concoction she's giving us as a sauce.